let's rest those old bones

Rhythm wasn’t that slow, she was that old but she wasn’t that slow. At least that was what she told herself as she led Haiku along. The boy was the slow one, yes he ran faster than she did, but he was always getting distracted. Ah the curiosities of youth. It seemed like yesterday that Rhyme and Rhys were doing exactly the same thing. That was many many years ago now, Rhyme was getting to be an old man himself now. Rhythm was an ancient relic, and she was just thankful to be blessed with so much time with her grandchildren. The girls had all blossomed into beautiful young woman and she was having a blast experiencing the puppies grow. They were full of mischief, but they were all exactly what an old woman needed.

Theory announced how close they were and Rhythm loped along quietly, Feather helped to guide her along the trail. The most difficult part was trying not to trip over puppies.